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Today's Keyboard Smash
Aug. 6th, 2020 06:08 pmI've watched every episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus many times over. Like. Really, a lot. (Since I tend to memorize spoken lines easily, I am something of a menace when it comes to Monty Python quotes.) There's this one episode that has several bits from a supposed documentary, The Life of Tchaikovsky.
It is, obviously, bonkers nonsense throughout. One of the bits, though, is some sort of...it's not exactly like a nature documentary. It's more like something about complex machines for the layperson. The way you would describe car engines. Only it's a foot-tall model of Tchaikovsky, because of course it is. And the bit goes something like, "The legs, which were extremely long for their time, can be jettisoned at night." And whichever Pythonite is speaking lifts the head and torso away from the legs.
It's not one of the better bits, in my opinion, but hey, it was a long series and there are bound to be the occasional duds. More importantly, it's all I can think about this evening. My leg! It is killing me! I wish to jettison it for the night!
Third day running of this shit. I don't know if sitting at work is making it worse. I'm not going to find out yet, either, because tomorrow I have to spend all day driving to and from an out-of-town appointment.
I didn't even DO anything to my leg! Why does it hate me? How have I offended it? What sort of ritual sacrifice will appease it???
It is, obviously, bonkers nonsense throughout. One of the bits, though, is some sort of...it's not exactly like a nature documentary. It's more like something about complex machines for the layperson. The way you would describe car engines. Only it's a foot-tall model of Tchaikovsky, because of course it is. And the bit goes something like, "The legs, which were extremely long for their time, can be jettisoned at night." And whichever Pythonite is speaking lifts the head and torso away from the legs.
It's not one of the better bits, in my opinion, but hey, it was a long series and there are bound to be the occasional duds. More importantly, it's all I can think about this evening. My leg! It is killing me! I wish to jettison it for the night!
Third day running of this shit. I don't know if sitting at work is making it worse. I'm not going to find out yet, either, because tomorrow I have to spend all day driving to and from an out-of-town appointment.
I didn't even DO anything to my leg! Why does it hate me? How have I offended it? What sort of ritual sacrifice will appease it???
